The Family Way (Molly Murphy Series #12)

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Molly Murphy—now Molly Sullivan—is a year into her marriage, expecting her first child, and confined to the life of a housewife. She’s restless and irritable in the enforced idleness of pregnancy and the heat of a New York summer in 1905. So when a trip to the post office brings a letter addressed to her old detective agency asking her to locate a missing Irish serving maid, Molly figures it couldn’t hurt to at least ask around, despite her promise to Daniel to give up her old career as a detective. On the same ...

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Overview

Molly Murphy—now Molly Sullivan—is a year into her marriage, expecting her first child, and confined to the life of a housewife. She’s restless and irritable in the enforced idleness of pregnancy and the heat of a New York summer in 1905. So when a trip to the post office brings a letter addressed to her old detective agency asking her to locate a missing Irish serving maid, Molly figures it couldn’t hurt to at least ask around, despite her promise to Daniel to give up her old career as a detective. On the same day, Molly learns that five babies have been kidnapped in the past month.

Refusing to let Molly help with the kidnapping investigation, Daniel sends her away to spend the summer with his mother. But even in the quiet, leafy suburbs, Molly’s own pending motherhood makes her unable to ignore these missing children. What she uncovers will lead her on a terrifying journey through all levels of society, putting her life—and that of her baby—in danger.

The Family Way, the latest entry in Rhys Bowen’s bestselling Molly Murphy series, will delight fans and win over newcomers with its elegantly plotted mystery, atmospheric historical detail, and vivid characters.

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Publishers Weekly
Set in 1904, Bowen’s well-paced 12th mystery featuring feisty and endearing Molly Murphy (after 2012’s Hush Now, Don’t You Cry) finds Molly unable to resist taking on a missing persons case, despite her promise to her new husband, NYPD Capt. Daniel Sullivan, to give up detecting now that their first baby is on the way. Molly receives a letter from a woman in Ireland seeking news of her orphaned niece, Maureen O’Byrne, who wrote on arriving in New York City a year earlier that she had secured a job as an under–parlor maid with a Mrs. Mainwaring. The aunt has heard nothing from Maureen since. With the last name of Maureen’s employer her only lead, Molly plunges into a thorough investigation of the maid’s fate. The usual full-blooded characters will keep readers engaged, but series fans may wonder how Molly will juggle sleuthing with increased domestic demands in future installments. Agent: Meg Ruley, the Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Mar.)
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Praise for The Family Way

“Highly entertaining…[Molly] pieces together a complicated mystery set against a rich historical backdrop.” —RT Book Reviews (4½ stars)

“[A] well-paced 12th mystery featuring feisty and endearing Molly Murphy…The usual full-blooded characters will keep readers engaged.” —Publishers Weekly

“Feisty Molly unravels another knotty case while providing insight into life just after the turn of that other century.” —Kirkus Reviews

Kirkus Reviews
Neither retirement nor pregnancy can put a good detective out to pasture. Molly Murphy Sullivan has promised her police captain husband, Daniel, that she'll quit investigating and settle down to become a housewife. Restless and uncomfortable in the heat of a New York City summer, she gets a letter addressed to her old agency: A couple from Ireland want her to find their niece Maureen O'Byrne, who worked for the Mainwaring family before she went missing. Surely Daniel won't mind her asking a few innocent questions? But her husband is furious when she witnesses a baby kidnapping--one of the cases he's working--while visiting a domestic agency in search of a maid. He wants her to travel to cooler Westchester, stay with his mother and give up detective work. Daniel would be even more angry if he knew that Molly had gone back to the agency, trying to track down the Mainwarings, and bumped into her younger brother Liam, who's on the run from the English and illegally in the country on business for the Brotherhood, which will do anything to gain independence for Ireland. Molly agrees to go to Westchester when she learns that the Mainwarings live nearby. She asks her two neighbors to come stay at a nearby inn so that she'll have an excuse to get away from her mother-in-law and keep sleuthing, a decision that will put her life in danger. Feisty Molly (Hush Now, Don't You Cry, 2012, etc.) unravels another knotty case while providing insight into life just after the turn of that other century.
Library Journal
Despite her pregnancy, Molly Murphy Sullivan can't seem to stay away from sleuthing. In this, her 12th entry (after Hush Now, Don't You Cry), she becomes embroiled in the Irish freedom movement of the early 20th century. [See Prepub Alert, 10/08/12.]
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250011633
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/5/2013
  • Series: Molly Murphy Series , #12
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 820,066
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.36 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Rhys Bowen

RHYS BOWEN is the author of the Anthony and Agatha Award–winning Molly Murphy mysteries, the Edgar Award-nominated Evan Evans series, and the Royal Spyness series. Born in England, she lives in San Rafael, California.

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The Family Way


By Rhys Bowen

Minotaur Books

Copyright © 2013 Rhys Bowen
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781250011633

One
 
 
New York City, July 1904
Satan finds work for idle hands to do. That was one of my mother’s favorite sayings if she ever caught me daydreaming or lying on my back on the turf, staring up at the white clouds that raced across the sky. I could almost hear her voice, with its strong Irish brogue, as I sat on the sofa and sipped a glass of lemonade on a hot July day.
Frankly, I rather wished that Satan would find me something to do with my idle hands because I was dying of boredom. All my life I’d been used to hard work, forced to care for my father and three young brothers after my mother went to her heavenly rest. (At least I presume that’s where she went. She certainly thought she deserved it.) And now, for the first time in my life, I was a lady of leisure. Ever since I found out I was in the family way, back in February, Daniel had treated me as if I was made of fine porcelain. For the first few months I was glad of his solicitous behavior toward me as I was horribly sick. In fact I began to feel more sympathy for my mother, who had gone through this at least four times. But then, at the start of the fourth month, a miraculous change occurred. I awoke one morning to find that I felt well and hungry and full of energy. Daniel, however, still insisted that I did as little as possible, did not exert myself, took no risks, and generally behave like one of those helpless females I so despised.
He wanted me to lie on the couch with my feet up and spend my days making little garments. I had tried to do this and the quality of my sewing and knitting had improved, but still left a lot to be desired. Besides, I knew that my mother-in-law was sewing away diligently and that my neighbors Sid and Gus would shower the child with expensive presents.
So this left long hours to be filled every day. Our little house on Patchin Place could be cleaned in a couple of hours. I did a little shopping, but Daniel’s job as a police captain meant that he was seldom home for lunch and sometimes not even for dinner, so little cooking was required. I was glad of this when the weather turned hot at the end of June as my growing bulk meant that I felt the heat badly. Daniel suggested that he could fend for himself just fine and I should go up to his mother in Westchester County, where I’d be cooler and well looked after. I didn’t say it out loud but I’d rather have endured a fiery furnace than a prolonged stay with Daniel’s mother. Not that she was an ogre or anything, but her standards of perfection and her social interactions with members of high society left me feeling hopelessly inadequate. I knew that she was disappointed that Daniel had not made a better match than an Irish girl with no money and no family connections.
She never actually came out and said this, but she made it plain enough. “I took tea with the Harpers yesterday,” she’d say. “I remember that one of the Harper girls was rather sweet on you at one time, Daniel. She’s gone on to make an excellent marriage with one of the Van Baarens. Her parents couldn’t be happier.” And then she’d look at me.
So I was prepared to endure any amount of heat rather than Daniel’s mother. I just wished these last months would hurry up and be over. I put down my lemonade glass and picked up the undershirt I had been attempting to sew. I could see sweaty fingerprints on the fine white cotton and several places where the stitches had been unpicked. I sighed. I just wasn’t cut out to be a seamstress. As a detective I hadn’t done at all badly, but that profession was now closed to me. Daniel had made me promise that I’d give up my agency when we married. I had hoped that Daniel would share his cases with me, that we’d sit at the kitchen table and he’d ask for my opinion. But he had claimed that his recent cases had been too commonplace to be worth discussing or else so confidential that he had to remain tight-lipped about them.
I looked up as the sun suddenly streamed in through the back parlor windows. A sunbeam lit the dust motes in the air and painted a stripe of brightness on the wallpaper. Now this room would soon be too hot for comfort and I’d be banished to the front parlor, dark and gloomy, until the sun set. I got up to draw the heavy velvet drapes across the window and noticed that the lace curtains looked rather dingy. That would never do. Having achieved lace curtains for the first time in my life, I should make sure that they remained a pristine white. I went into the kitchen and brought back a high-backed wooden chair. I proceeded to climb on this with some difficulty, then I reached up to unhook the first of the lace curtains.
I was at full stretch, standing on tiptoe, when a voice behind me boomed, “Molly! What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I exclaimed. I teetered, and would have fallen if I hadn’t grabbed at the velvet drape, which held fast. I looked around to see Daniel standing there with a face like thunder.
“The curtains needed washing.” I glared at him defiantly.
“You were risking the safety of our baby for the sake of clean curtains?” he demanded. He came over and helped me down from the chair. “You nearly fell, and what might have happened then?”
“It was only a voice suddenly shouting right behind me that made me lose my balance,” I said. “Until you showed up I was doing just fine.”
He looked at me more tenderly now. “Molly, how many times have I told you to take it easy. You’re in a delicate condition, my dear.”
“Nonsense. Women in Ireland have their babies one day and by the end of the week they’re out helping their man in the fields again.”
“And how many of those babies die? Your mother didn’t live long herself, did she?”
I chose not to acknowledge the truth in this. Instead I said breezily, “Daniel, I feel fine and I’m bored to tears doing nothing.”
He took my arm and led me back to the sofa. “Then invite some friends over to tea. I’ve introduced you to the wives of some of my colleagues, haven’t I? It’s about time you built up a circle of social acquaintances. And there are always your friends across the street,” he added grudgingly, not being as keen as I on my bohemian neighbors.
I sighed. “They’ve gone to stay with Gus’s relatives in Newport, Rhode Island, to escape the heat,” I said. “You remember the mansion with the Roman pillars.”
“Very well.” We’d spent our honeymoon in Newport and it had hardly gone as planned. Daniel pulled up the kitchen chair and sat beside me. “So why don’t you go to my mother as I suggested? You know she’d love to make a fuss of you, and feed you well, and it’s so much cooler out there.”
“Daniel, I’m your wife. My place is taking care of you,” I replied, not wanting to tell him the real reason. Isn’t it amazing what marriage does to a woman? I was finally learning to be diplomatic. I was one step away from being simpering.
“I can fend for myself quite well. I’ve been doing it for years.”
“But you work long hours, Daniel. It’s not right that you should come home to no supper and no clean clothes.”
He wagged a finger at me. “What have I been telling you for months? Then this is the perfect time to get a servant.”
I sighed. “Daniel, let’s not go through that again. We really don’t need a servant. This is a small house. I’m used to hard work. I’m happy to cook and clean for you, and for our baby too. If a few more children start to come along, then I may need some help, but for the present.…”
“It’s not just the amount of work, Molly. It’s the principle of the thing. A man in my position should have a servant. When we start entertaining more, it wouldn’t be right that you’d have to keep disappearing into the kitchen to see to the dinner. I want you to be the gracious hostess.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, my rising temper now winning out over my newfound meekness. “It’s not concern about me at all, is it? You’re worried about how you appear in the eyes of society.”
He looked at my expression and took my hand. “Molly, this is not for myself, it’s for us. Everything I do from now on is for my family. I want the best for us and for our children. I want to rise in the world, it’s true, and I’ll be judged on the kind of home I keep and the people I associate with.” He paused. “And I want the world to see that I married a beautiful woman.”
I had to smile at this. “You may have been born in America, Daniel Sullivan,” I said, “but you’ve certainly inherited your share of Irish blarney!”
He smiled too. “I am thinking of you, Molly. If you’re up all night with a crying baby, you’ll appreciate a girl taking over from you so you can get your rest. You say you’re bored and have nothing to do—well, what better time to train a servant so that she knows your wishes and how this household works by the time the baby arrives?”
I hesitated, then said, “Well, I suppose I could start making inquiries.”
He jumped to his feet. “I know,” he said. “Why don’t I write to my mother and ask for her help in this?”
Now my hackles truly were rising. “Why does your mother have to come into every aspect of our lives?” I demanded. “Do you not believe I’m capable of finding a servant for myself?”
“Of course you are. I’m simply trying to spare you extra toil and bother. I don’t want you traipsing around the city at this time of year. They say there is typhoid in Brooklyn this summer and who knows when that will spread across the East River. We can’t be too careful in your current condition.”
“Not all employment agencies are in bad neighborhoods,” I said. “I went to a snooty one myself when I was newly arrived here and needed work.”
He frowned. “I’m not sure we could pay the rates of a snooty agency. And I’m concerned that lesser agencies don’t always vet their girls well enough. I don’t like the idea of hiring a girl newly off the boat. How do we know she’ll be trustworthy?” He put a hand on my shoulder. “My mother knows the right sort of people, Molly. She’ll be able to ask around and get recommendations. New York is a big place and full of crooks and swindlers, as I know only too well. We have to be extra cautious about who we allow into our house. One of the gangs would just love to place an informant in my home and have my comings and goings monitored.”
“But surely, if I go through a reputable agency…” I began, but he cut me off. “Let’s try my mother first and see who she can come up with, shall we? Then you can go out to her to interview likely girls and choose the one you like.”
I wasn’t at all happy with this. If the gangs wanted to place a spy in our home to monitor Daniel’s movements then it was just as likely that Daniel’s mother would like to place her own spy to monitor mine. But I could hardly express that sentiment to Daniel. Men are funny about their mothers, seeing them as one step away from sainthood. So I told myself silently that I didn’t have to choose any girl I didn’t like and in the meantime I’d do my own asking around.
“I’ll write the letter now,” Daniel said, “if you’d be good enough to make me a quick bite to eat before I go back to work.”
With that he went through to his desk in the front parlor that had now become his study, and I went to my rightful place in the kitchen, trying to put aside thoughts that a woman’s lot in life was not a fair one. I made him a cold beef sandwich and some pickled cabbage, and was pouring him a glass of lemonade when he returned with the letter.
“This can go out with the three o’clock mail if you’ll take it to the post office for me.” He sat and worked his way quickly through the sandwich. “I may not be home until late tonight,” he said.
I pulled up a chair and sat opposite him. “Difficult case?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Several at once, that’s the problem. I like to devote all my energy to one thing at a time, not to be running hither and yon. But the powers that be have saddled me with something I’d rather avoid.”
“Maybe I can help,” I suggested. “If you’d care to discuss them with me.”
He shook his head. “Nothing to discuss. No clever murderers to be outwitted. Just various types of petty crooks making life unpleasant for the populace.” He pushed his plate away. “Very nice. Thank you, my dear. And you will make sure that letter gets to the post office, won’t you?” He kissed my forehead and was gone.
I cleared away the remains of the meal and looked at that letter lying on the table. I didn’t have to mail it, did I? But then I realized that I did. There has to be trust between husband and wife, however abhorrent it was to me that the task of finding my servant was being left to his mother. I glanced at the fruit bowl and saw that we were down to a single plum. Fruit was one of the things I’d been craving recently so I decided to treat myself to some peaches if I had to go out. I pinned my straw hat to my flyaway hair, put on my cotton gloves, and out I went.
The heat came up from the cobbles to hit me, almost as if someone had opened an oven door. I hugged the side of the alleyway that was in shade and made my way slowly to Sixth Avenue. I went into the post office and dropped the letter into the outgoing mail slot. I was about to leave when a large florid man leaned across the counter toward me.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, “but weren’t you the young lady that used to collect the mail for P. Riley Associates?”
“That’s right,” I said, P. Riley Associates being the name of the small detective agency I had inherited after the murder of Paddy Riley. “But that agency is no more and the post office box has been closed.”
“I know that,” he said. “It’s just that a letter came in addressed to that establishment only a week or so ago, and I didn’t quite know what to do with it, no forwarding address having been left with us. So it’s still sitting there and I thought that maybe you’d know where to deliver it. Hold on a minute and I’ll fetch it for you.”
He disappeared into a back room and then returned, panting and red-faced, but triumphantly waving an envelope. “Here you are. So maybe you’ll see that the right party gets his mail then.”
“I will,” I said. “Thank you.”
With the letter in my gloved hand I went out into the heat of Sixth Avenue. I walked until I was standing in the shade of a sycamore tree before I stopped to examine it. Of course I knew that P. Riley Associates was no more, and that I had promised Daniel I would give up all such nonsense when I married him. That meant that I should throw the letter straight into the nearest rubbish bin. But then I told myself that it might be a belated payment for services rendered long ago and I couldn’t risk throwing good money away. I looked at the envelope and saw the stamp with King Edward’s head on it. From England then. I opened the envelope and found no money but a single sheet of cheap lined paper, such as one would find in an exercise book. I also saw from the address at the top that the letter came not from England but from Ireland, from County Cork.
Dear Sir or Madam:
We are but simple folk and can’t pay you much money, so if you’re one of these big swank detectives then I’m thinking you’ll not want to be bothered with the likes of us. But we’re more than a little worried about our niece Maureen O’Byrne. She sailed for New York on the Majestic out of Queenstown just under a year ago, hoping to make a better life for herself in your country. Indeed things seemed to fall into place instantly for her. She hadn’t been there more than a week or two when she wrote to us saying that she’d landed herself a good situation as under-parlormaid with a Mrs. Mainwaring and she hoped soon to be sending money home when she’d paid off her passage.
She had not given us an address to write to, so we could only wait for more news. Well, we waited and waited but heard nothing more. So now a year’s coming up and we’re concerned about her welfare. She was always a good girl and devoted to her uncle and me, as we were her closest relatives since her poor mother and father died. Something must have happened to her, or she would have written, I’m absolutely sure. Even if she couldn’t send any money she would have at least written a note at Christmastime.
As I said, we are not wealthy folks and I have no idea what your usual fee might be, but we’ve a little set aside for our funerals and we’re willing to do what’s necessary to learn about our Maureen. Anything you can do to help will be appreciated. Please reply to the above address and God love you for your efforts.
Yours faithfully,
E. M. O’Byrne (Mrs.)
P.S. I have enclosed a picture of Maureen to help you with your inquiries. As you can see, she’s a pretty girl, dainty, almost fairylike. We used to tease her that she was a changeling as we’re all heavyset and dark in the family except for her.


 
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2013

    Molly is at it again.

    I have been with Molly since she came to New York from Ireland, and I love her more with every adventure in every book. In this one, I was truly wondering how she would ever get herself out of her predicament. I truly enjoy all the characters and am finding New York in the early 1900 just as enthralling. I love Daniel Sullivan and Sid and Gus and was so pleased to find Bridie doing so well with Mrs. Sullivan, Molly's mother-in-law. A great read. Can't wait to read more about Molly!

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  • Posted March 18, 2013

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    What a wonderful series -- love to read about New York during t

    What a wonderful series -- love to read about New York during the early 20th century. Molly Murphy is an extremely memorable character and "The Family Way" is the latest and greatest in the series. This story kept me guessing until the end...and was quite a page-turner. I would highly recommend this series -- as a matter of fact...I would highly recommend anything and everything written by Rhys Bowen!!

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  • Posted July 22, 2013

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    When Molly Murphy married Capt. Daniel Sullivan, she promised to

    When Molly Murphy married Capt. Daniel Sullivan, she promised to give up her detective agency and engage in no further investigative efforts. So much for promises. Now in her seventh month of pregnancy, she can’t change. So when she gets a letter addressed to her now defunct agency, she just plows ahead.

    The plot involves three separate circumstances, all of which Molly ties together, more often, as she notes, by the luck of the Irish rather than by deductive reasoning or good, solid detective work: First, a series of baby snatchings on the Lower East Side. Then there is the subject of the letter (a young Irish girl whose relatives have not heard from her in many months). And lastly, a bomb plot, either by anarchists or the Irish Republican Brotherhood.

    Unlike previous Molly Murphy mysteries, which take place at the turn of the 20th century, there is little here of the flavor of Little Old New York. Perhaps that is because Molly is sent off in the heat of summer to her mother-in-law’s Westchester home to cool off (which, obviously, doesn’t occur). Somehow, Molly manages to develop as a person, while her new husband comes across as a typical loutish male (although, from time to time, shows a certain degree of insight and compassion).

    Recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2013

    Fantastic light reading

    I love this author's style of storytelling, easy to read and engaging.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Rhys Bowen is one of my all-time favorite authors, and I really

    Rhys Bowen is one of my all-time favorite authors, and I really enjoy the Molly Murphy series with its rich history and well-detailed descriptions of New York. However, this particular book fell a little flat. It was slow-moving in the beginning, and I really had to fight to stick around for the elusive plot. Molly is definitely up to her old tricks, even though she's about eight months pregnant in the stifling summer. It bothers me that Daniel is such a strong-willed husband, but I understand that this was the way of things during the time period. Sid and Gus are as impulsive and whimsical as ever and are a big part of the story. The characters are consistent, but the mystery was not up to par with the others. It wasn't until about halfway through the book that Molly started investigating. Then I was concerned that she would put herself and her unborn child in such danger. This is, however, Molly's character. After reading this installment to the series, I am not sure that I want to go on with it. It took me a month to finish this book, when I usually devour a Rhys Bowen book within a couple of days.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2013

    Good read!

    Good read. Love this series and this book is excellent.

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  • Posted April 19, 2013

    I do enjoy these books, and I enjoyed this one. I like the myst

    I do enjoy these books, and I enjoyed this one. I like the mystery and the period flavor. One thing I don't like, though, is Daniel! I've spent most of the book wishing he would fall under a streetcar. Maybe next time!

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  • Posted April 10, 2013

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    Always love Maise!

    Once again my favorite female detective is fighting her nature but solving the case.

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    Baby make for more suspense.

    I have enjoyed this series and this is the last one for me, as I have read all the other stories. I must say I have enjoyed the adventures Molly has stumbled into and look forward to see what may happen next.

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